Place: small apartment in Dublin, Ireland
Date: a week since Dumbledore's Funeral

"We should be doing something, sir," said the teenage apprentice.

"And what would that be, my eager student?" replied his master.

"We should be taking the fight to the Death Eaters and their...lord ."

"Well, if you see any, let me know."

"I'm serious, without Dumbledore, who's going to stop them?"

"And you believe we can defeat them all by our lonesome?"

"Well, not by ourselves, but with help from others..."

"Like whom?"

"Like the Ministry of Magic, surely they would like your help."

"But I wouldn't want theirs."

"Well, why not?"

"Their idea of stopping the Death Eaters seems to be putting more bodies in harm's way
while they think up of a escape plan. Besides, by the time we fill out whatever forms and tests they want us to take, the Death Eaters would have died of old age."

"But what about those rumors of Dumbledore having a group of followers to combat them, or the Boy Who Survived, whose destined to stop... the leader of the Death Eaters."

"I'm sure Albus does have friends to stop the Death Eaters but I doubt they'll trust me. As for the Boy, if he is destined to defeat the one who gave him the scar, who am I to interfere with destiny."

"You can't be serious! People are dying, we have to help somehow."

"And we are, by staying out of the way."

"What! How does that help?"

"As you stated there is a possible three groups who are opposing the Death Eaters, right?

"Well, er, right."

"Well then, why don't we let them do what they are meant to do and stay out of their way."

"Because we should be involved too."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why should we get involved?"

"Because what happens if they fail?"

"Then I'll be concerned."

"Concerned? If they defeat all those groups, we'll either have to submit to their will or die."

"No, we either submit to them or they try to kill us."

"And what makes you so sure they won't succeed in that task?"

"You're panicking, my young apprentice."

"And why not? He's back, his followers have returned with him, other sinister creatures like the Dementors are joining him, the guy who might have stood a chance against him is dead, and a scarred sixteen-year old is supposed to be the one destined to save us all."

"Thank you for stating what I just read in the paper."

"Surly you don't buy that a mere boy is going to stop...him."

"Yet here you are, another mere boy, who seems to think he can."

"Alright then, you grey-bearded four-eyed hag! What, in the name of Merlin, should we do?"

"For starters, not panic and and resort to name calling."

The youth rolled up his eyes. "That aside, I repeat, what should we do?"

The old wizard stroked his beard. "Stay informed with whatever new information the paper are allowed to print. But for the most part, I be less concerned with the Death Eaters and more so with the Ministry. This may deflate your ego, but you're not important enough for the Death Eaters to come after you. You are, however, so insignificant that the Ministry may yet pick you up."

"Gee, thank you sir."

"You're welcome. But in all seriousness, I know that the groups mentioned should be adequate enough to handle Him and his Death Eaters. And even if they aren't, we are in safest spot possible."

"This apartment?"

"This country."

"You're going to have to explain that one to me, sir. I don't get it."

"In the last war against him, his reign of terror reached as far north to Aberdeen, Scotland to Plymouth, England. It even spilled over to mainland Europe, his dark mark sign seen over Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, and even parts of Russia and Hungary. But there were several places that never felt his dark powers."

"I can see maybe Chile or China or islands so far away from England never having to worry about him. But Ireland and England are just a ten minute flight from each other. I might also add that the magical population of this country is pretty sizable. How could he ignore such a huge population of wizards that could easily disrupt his plans?

"If there is one thing that all would-be conquerers know, be they muggle or wizard, it's to leave the Irish alone."

The teenager let out a laugh and began to ask more questions when he was interrupted by the sound of flapping wings. "Mail's a bit late," he said, "And who could it possibly be from? I don't recall you giving out this address to anyone?"

"Someone who know me," replied the wizard as he read the letter, "An old friend to be exact. Pack your stuff, boy. We're leaving first thing in the morning."

"We are?" said the confused boy, "Where to? What for?"

"I'll explain on the way. Now head off and get ready. It's a long way." spoke the wizard as the teenager went off to his room to pack.

The wizard gave a chuckled and said to himself, "It's been awhile since I last visited the Vatican..."